Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.